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[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]

[SIGHS]

Oh, God.

What? What's up?

[GROANS] It's...

What?

I just got an email
from Deputy Chief Reid.

He wants me to write up a massive new

OCD training program
and then implement it

by the end of next week.

Wait, hold on.

That's when our guest list is due.

You send yours to the planner?

No, no, no, not yet.

It's something like 80 people
already, give or take.

Give or take?

Who are you not inviting?

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hi, Caeli.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, sure, we got it.

Feel better.

All right, that was Caeli Waters.

- Who's...
- Mack's friend Brittney's mom.

Yeah, yeah, no, I know.

She's sick, so we are now covering

dance class pickup duty.

That woman cannot catch a break.

She catches everything
that Brittney brings home.

Wait, hold on, what am I thinking?

We gotta pick up Mack.
You got this thing now.

Who's gonna meet with
the contractor about the roof?

I thought that was tomorrow.

No, I... I switched it.

It's still leaking. I swear I told you.

- You didn't tell me.
- I swear to God, I told you.

- You did not tell me.
- I told you.

You did not tell me.

I'll call him.

All right. I think that's right.

Ah, I hate fractions.

You're never gonna
use this in real life.

So why do I have to do them?

Because it's on the test, bumblebee.

You gotta pass the test.
[MUSIC PLAYING OVER TABLET]

Hey, now, I see that.

Hey, Mack, I'm starting
to lose my patience here.

[PHONE BUZZING]

This is Adam.

Hey, Mike.

Well, what's wrong with it?

[CARTOON SOUND EFFECTS
PLAYING ON TABLET]

Okay, yeah, I understand.
I'll talk to him.

How's he doing today?

[SIGHS] Well, I appreciate it.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Okay.

Dad's facility. He wants a new room.

You got him the best room there.

Yeah, well, he wants
to be back in the room

with a view of the palm trees.

Oh, still thinks he's in Florida?

I'll talk to him.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

What is that? What is that?

I think it's Joey next door.

He's practicing for his high
school battle of the bands.

- You remember.
- Oh, my God.

I didn't even know battle
of the bands was still a thing.

Yeah, it's still a thing.
He wants to win too.

Remember his dad brought
that bottle of wine by

as a peace offering to make
sure we didn't shut him down.

[SIGHS]

This is unbelievable.

I'm going to that diner down the block,

and I'm gonna work there, okay?

Okay. All right.

Bring back pie.

- You want pie?
- Yeah.

Two pies.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS]

[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]

♪

Thank you.

More where that came from.

Just give me a shout.

Yeah.

Look, I know that's
your baby, but she'll be fine.

We raised her better than that.

Kelly, come on.

- I'm just saying...
- Coffee, no milk.

She used to call more often.

- Coming right up.
- It's normal.

She's growing up.

♪

All right. You finished?

What? Yeah, yeah.

- I'll keep that.
- All right, no problem.

Thanks.

These mushrooms taste like cat litter.

I'll get you another one.

It's fine.

The problem is, you don't like it, Neal.

You never liked it.

It's not your order.

Could I get another coffee, please?

- Yeah, coming right up.
- Yeah, thanks.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

♪

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Oh, thanks.

You need any more, just shout.

♪

It's not a goddamn L. Plenty of room.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Do you have an extra pen I could borrow?

Oh, um...

yeah, I do.

I do.

Are you studying too?

No, I'm police, Chicago PD.

Oh, nice.

Yeah. What about you?
What are you studying?

Ancient history.

I know, it's a useless major, right?

But I'm obsessed.

Good for you.

Okay.

Special order.

♪

For the birthday girl.

♪

All right. Finished?

- Yeah, thank you.
- Of course.

♪

Hey. Just one more day.

That's not how it works.

All right?
No one gets out clean and easy.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Hey, this is Detective Kim Burgess.

I'm looking for some clarity
on House Bill 2249.

Yes, I know how late it is.

That's okay. I can wait.

♪

All right.

Great.

Run!

What's going on? Wait, what's going on?

Someone just shot up the diner!

[TENSE MUSIC]

This is off-duty detective Kim Burgess,

badge number 22963, Intelligence.

I have a civilian claiming the diner

on Cermak and Lowe has been shot up.

Approaching on foot.

I'm staying on the line.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪

Call's bona fide.

I'm entering the premises.

[PANTING]

♪

[PAN SIZZLING]

[SIREN WAILING FAINTLY]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

♪

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Kim?

Five DOAs, all 9-millimeter GSWs.

Lots of shell casings.

Techs found a .45 and a shell
that fell under the table.

Best guess, one of the victims
tried to fire at the shooter,

but none of them have tested positive

for gunshot residue yet, so.

- Cameras?
- No.

But it doesn't look like a robbery.

The cash register is still full,

and none of their pockets were rabbited.

Wallets are all still here.

Hmm.

There's no close contact wounds, but...

several of them had their hands
out in front of them,

like they were trying to reason or beg.

I don't know.

You caught it?

Yeah.

I've been coming here a lot.
The house has been busy.

Mm.

It's been a quiet place to work.

Huh.

Sarge, the only witness we have

is the pedestrian that ran into Burgess.

Said he didn't hear the shots.

He just looked inside,
saw what was going on,

and ran off like hell.

Let's clear him just in case.

Yes, sir. It's in the works.

Okay, good.

So check PODs, cams,

and do a deep dive into every victim.

Look, if this wasn't a robbery,

that means one of the victims
was the target.

We get the why, we'll find the who.

- Sir.
- Get your hands off me.

Sir, I need you to step back.

- Hell is going on?
- Sir, I need you to step back.

- Where's my wife?
- Sir! Step back!

Sir, are you Marge's husband?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I'm Detective Burgess.

Marge was shot, and she didn't make it.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm gonna do everything I can

to find out what happened, okay?

- Please. Please.
- Sir.

Sir, okay, sir, listen to my voice.

- Please.
- I know. Calm down.

Please, Detective. Please. Please.

That's my wife.

Please, Detective, please.

That's my wife.

Please.

Please, Detective.

Please.

All right, Sarge, we've been
digging into the victims...

all walks of life, all different reasons

how they ended up at the diner.

Any of them could have had
a target on their back,

but we don't know
the why or the who yet.

So I'ma start with the employees.

This is Rodney Chambers.

He was the cook.

Recent graduate
from the Art Institute...

no sheet, nothing suspicious.

He has a lot of fans on social media.

Just a guy living his dream.

- Okay.
- This is Sam Lugo.

He was the busboy.

Venezuelan immigrant.

He worked two other jobs
just to pay the rent.

He doesn't have a sheet either.

His mom knew he was exhausted,

actually asked him to call in sick.

Kiana?

The final employee is Marge Kaminski.

Night manager and waitress.

She has worked at that diner
for over 20 years.

She would pick up double shifts
just to make their mortgage.

And she's clean too. No priors.

And this is Gabriel Basco.

Now, he has a sheet.

He ran with a crew called the Puentes,

and he did a two-year stint
in Stateville for distro,

got out in '19, but seems like he stayed

on the straight and narrow.

His PO said that he
checked in like clockwork,

got a job with Streets and San.

And this is our youngest
victim, Kristine Day.

She went by Krissy.

DePaul University student.

She's an out-of-stater
from Ohio, lived in the dorms,

straight As.

She was studying ancient history.

I talked to her a few times.

Same with Marge, same with Sam,
and they all seemed nice.

Nothing suspicious.

Hmm.

You cross with either Basco or Chambers?

No, no. They were just always there.

There was a couple other
regulars that came and went.

Anybody stand out?

There was a guy named...

guy named Neal, I think.

He was... I mean, he complained a lot,

but Marge knew how to handle him.

He seemed harmless.

Anything else jump out?

To warrant mass murder? No.

All right, I got something.

OCD lab got into Gabriel Basco's phone.

It's been receiving
threatening texts from a burner

with no subscriber profile.

"Puentes don't forget.

Pay up or die."

And every time Basco was
pinched, he was carrying a .45.

Caliber of choice.

So Basco owed somebody
from his former crew,

obviously didn't pay up.

Whoever that somebody is
pulled up to the diner,

won a shoot-out with Basco,
and killed the witnesses.

Run it.

Find me who that someone is.

Nah, man, I got nothing on
this burner that texted Basco.

Well, place of purchase?

It was a small drugstore, so no cams.

There's no digital footprint,
no other texts of note.

Hardly any calls.

Phone's been off since the murders.

[SIGHS] Well, let me go talk
to somebody in the Gang Unit.

They might have a lead on an enforcer

- that could have made this hit.
- Mm.

And I'll call Stateville,
run Basco's cellies.

- Okay, good.
- All right, what do you need?

To work this case, that's all I need.

All right.

What else do you remember about Basco?

Was he always alone?

I don't know, maybe.

I was compartmentalizing, Adam.

I was focusing on the work for Reid,

so I wasn't really paying attention.

I didn't notice anything because I

turned my cop brain off.

You couldn't do that if you tried.

- I did.
- Kim.

- I did.
- All right, come on.

I'm not going home.

That's not where we're going.
Come on, I got an idea.

Okay.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Hey, Officer.

Thanks.

Hey, you guys mind giving us
the scene for a sec?

Thanks.

You noticed a lot, Kim.

I guarantee it.

You just have to remember.

♪

All right, so you sat here every night?

- Yup.
- All right. And Basco?

[SIGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

He sat in the same booth,
too, right there.

All right, good.

Okay, what else?

Any smells?

The guy a smoker?

♪

He was on his phone a lot.

Okay. Was he always alone?

I d...

You're sitting there. You're working.

They bring you a new cup
of coffee, so you look up.

You see Basco over there on his phone.

Just separate the nights, okay?

Was he wearing the same jacket?

No.

He was wearing a leather jacket
one of the nights.

And he was with someone.

Hey, just one more day.

That's not how it works.

All right?
No one gets out clean and easy.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Okay.

I don't think this guy was happy.

They were arguing.

What'd the guy look like?

[EXHALES]

20s, Latino, very tall.

I glanced up at the plates.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I remember that now, Disco Bob.

- What?
- DB, Disco Bob.

I remember thinking
of your dad because those were

the letters on the plates.

Okay, so... so this guy
who was arguing with Basco,

he walked out,

he got into a dark car,

and "DB" were on the plate.

This is from a hardware store
on South Parnell.

It's two blocks from the diner.
Third night in a row.

There's no car flagged with a DB.

Okay, so he went the other way.

- You got anything, Kev?
- I'm working it.

I'm working it.
I got a 7-Eleven on West 43rd Street,

but the cameras ain't clear enough,
for me to see the traffic.

Lauridsen Park, did they
send you anything yet?

They claim they have,
but my inbox is empty.

Hold up. Bus cam turning onto Parnell.

Four nights ago, 10:17 p.m.

Black Jeep. Kim, you ready?

- Go.
- 6, David, Boy, 8, 5, King.

I got a hit. I got a hit.

Car belongs to a Jose Garcia,
index member

of the Puentes gang with a long sheet.

That's not how it works.

All right? No one gets out
clean and easy.

Hey, keep your voice down.

Just handle it, and we
can all be done, all right?

♪

I think that's him.

He was the guy I was telling you about

who was arguing with Basco.

He could have sent those texts.

- That's motive.
- [KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]

He's got two prior delivery busts

and a DUI pinch a month ago,
missed a court appearance.

He's got an active bench warrant on him.

- Scoop his ass up right now.
- Let's go.

♪

Do a drive-by first.
Check to see if he's home.

Copy you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we got movement.

He's outside.

Well, don't let him go mobile.
Jam him in.

Copy that. He's coming your way.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

♪

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Out of the car!
Hands where I can see them!

Show me your hands!

- [TIRES SQUEALING]
- [METAL CRUNCHING]

Get out of the car!

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

He wants to see our badges.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Hey, hey, hey.

- Mira.
- Look, look, look.

- You see?
- Look.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

I got him. Turn your ass around.

Huh?

Hell is wrong with you?

♪

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

And I know you speak English, Garcia.

I found this in your trunk.

It's a match for the burner
that sent Gabriel Basco

threatening texts in English.

"Pay up or die."

You remember sending those?

And now Basco and four
other innocent people

are all dead, massacred in a diner.

What?

No, no, you think I had
something to do with that?

I think you had something to do with it.

- No, I didn't.
- You did.

You went there the night
before the murders.

You confronted Basco in person.

"Pay up or die."
But he didn't pay, did he?

So you went back the next night.

- You went back.
- No, no, no.

Slow down, all right? He paid.

He paid up. Look, I didn't kill anyone.

Oh, yeah? Where were you that night?

Look, I... I took my girlfriend

out to dinner with the 2 Gs
Basco finally gave me.

I was on the other side
of town at Adalina's.

Look, there's cameras all over
that place. You can check it.

Does Basco owe anybody else money?

I doubt it.

Look, he's not running anymore.
You didn't notice that?

Dude's clean.

That stuff he owed me,
that's from two years ago.

All right? You're looking
at the wrong guy.

Yeah? What makes you say that?

That same night, I saw a dude in a car

holding a piece in the dark.

What?

He was staring at the diner,
mumbling and cursing.

Look, that's what I remember.

[TENSE MUSIC]

He should be the one here, not me.

What'd that guy look like?

Adam ran Garcia's alibi. It checks out.

He's not the shooter.

But he may be our best witness.

Garcia saw a man holding a gun
in a dark sedan

staring at the diner.

His description matches one of
the regulars, a guy named Neal.

A rat wouldn't drink from this cup.

I don't know his last name,

but he was always sitting at the counter

and bitching about the service.

But he wasn't one of the victims.

This could explain why,
if he's our shooter.

I talked to everybody
that worked at that diner.

- Nobody knows Neal's last name.
- Credit card receipts?

Seems like he always used cash.

What about his car?

Still digging through cams,

but there's plenty of dark ways
to and from that diner.

I'm still waiting for a cell tower dump.

- We could get lucky.
- This is our guy.

I mean, he was a regular.

He was always there
during Marge's shift.

He sat outside. He cased that place.

Okay, so keep digging.

Let's get an ID.

Yeah.

[PHONE BUZZES]

- Kim.
- Yeah.

- I gotta go check on my dad.
- That's fine.

- Kiana, you wanna come with me?
- Sure.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

You see this guy Neal on his phone much?

No.

No, I only ever saw him
writing in a notebook

or bitching at Marge.

I don't even think
I saw him with a phone.

Mm.

[PHONE CHIMES]

_

[SIGHS]

[PHONE CHIMES]

Maybe Neal didn't have
many people depending on him.

Maybe didn't wanna be reached.

Yeah.

That doesn't help us.

No, it doesn't.

♪

A rat wouldn't drink from this cup.

You're in just as good a mood
as me tonight, Neal.

♪

It's not a goddamn L. Plenty of room.

These mushrooms taste
like cat litter.

♪

- Kiana.
- Mm?

Come on.

What?

This was Neal's.

He always put it on his omelet.

He was here the night of the shooting.

Hey, Kim.

Yeah?

We ID'd this spatter as from Krissy.

But if Neal was here...

The blood could have been from him.

Right.

He opens fire.

He gets shot by Basco.

Fled out the door.

Right.

Burgess.

Send that to me right now.

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, that's right.

Thank you.

Kim?

- We found him.
- Neal?

Yeah, he was there
the night of the shooting,

- and he was shot.
- Well, how do we know?

Well, the blood drops
on the ground had corrupt DNA

from cross-contamination.

I had techs run a hot sauce bottle,

had Neal's prints on it.

So he was there, and he was shot.

Techs are sending me
the results right now.

His full name is Neal Andrew Rogers.

He's a retired public school teacher.

That's why his prints are on file.

And he lives two miles from the diner.

Now, check this out.

Okay, so this is where Neal was sitting.

He opens fire. He gets clipped.

That's his blood splatter.

It's possible he's our shooter,

- got clipped by that .45.
- Yeah.

That .45 would've left a big-ass wound.

Mm.

Could also have been a witness.

I mean, either way,
let's grab him up now.

Let's go.

All right.

This man was capable of mass
murder, and I didn't see it.

You can't see it.
It doesn't work like that.

Five people were gunned down, Adam.

You were never gonna see
this guy was a killer,

no matter how dialed-in you were.

We're trained to notice details.

And to read minds?

If you could do that,
we'd all be out of a job.

Okay?

You saw a guy complain about food.

You don't make a leap from that
to... to mass murder.

You can't know what
someone else is thinking.

You can't know what their life is.

Yeah, but I should have seen something.

♪

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

I've seen you before.

Chicago Police.

We wanna talk to you, Neal.
House is surrounded.

Oh, no.

Hey.

What's with that blood?

- Something happen to you, Neal?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What happened to you, Neal?
- Hands up.

- Please.
- Hands up!

- You can't be in here, please.
- And this?

What's this?

What happened here, Neal?

What happened?

Did you kill all those people?

Marge, Sam, Basco?

Krissy was 19 years old.

She was 19.

I wasn't there. I wasn't there.

- You weren't there?
- The hell is that?

- What's that?
- Oh, please.

You weren't there. Get him out of here.

Taking me out of here?
I didn't do anything.

No!

- You finished?
- Yeah.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

These mushrooms taste like cat litter.

I'll get you another one.

It's fine.

The problem is, you don't like it, Neal.

You never liked it.

It's not your order.

♪

We recovered Neal's gun from his safe,

9-millimeter, fully loaded.
Ballistics has it.

They're putting a rush on it.

Okay, what else?

Recovered a jacket, shoes, a shirt,

all with trace amounts of blood on them.

He didn't even bother to wash.

So we'll put a rush order
on the DNA as well.

Well, he's refusing to talk.

Well, he's either panicked
'cause he's our shooter, or...

Yeah, or he's panicked
'cause he knows who he is.

Why did Marge like him?

Wife died of cancer two months ago.

Explains the state of the house.

Dead flowers.

I'm gonna take another run at him solo.

Do it.

Why the omelette?

You ordered the same thing every night,

and you hated it every night.

So why that omelette?

It... it was my wife's order.

You went to that diner together.

And Marge knew her.

Marge liked her.

Everyone liked my wife.

What did you write
in that notebook, Neal?

What is this?
Why the hell are you asking me?

I'm trying to understand you.

You're accusing me of mass murder,

and you care what I wrote
in my damn notebook?

Why I eat omelettes?

Would you rather I asked you
about the murders?

I was trying to write my wife's eulogy.

Her friends are throwing her a memorial.

Is that what you wanna know?

Yeah, I do.

That's why you're always angry.

You know what?
I don't wanna do this anymore.

You can call in the other cop.

Yeah, I'm sorry that
you're in pain, Neal.

You don't know me.

Is that why you brought the gun?

Bring in the other cop.

Did you bring the gun
because your wife is gone

and you can't write that eulogy?

I'll talk to the other cop.
I'm not talk...

What were you gonna
do with the gun, Neal?

What do you think?

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Oh, God.

You clearly know, so why
the hell are you asking me?

What's the point?

You were gonna take your own life.

♪

[SNIFFLES]

- But I couldn't.
- You didn't kill those people.

Oh, God, no, of course not.

Who killed those people, Neal?

Who killed those people?

Why... why didn't you go to the police?

Why didn't you report it?

Why didn't you go to the police?

- I can't talk.
- Why not?

- I can't.
- Why not?

Why not?

I didn't wanna die anymore.

I saw what happened to them,
and it was awful.

I didn't want it to be me.

- I won't let it be you.
- I don't wanna die.

Neal, I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

My wife.

My wife would have wanted me to live.

Yes, your wife would
have wanted you to live.

Neal, look at me. Look at me.

♪

You're right, I don't know you,
and you don't know me,

but I promise you, I will not
let anything happen to you.

Please,

tell me what I missed.

Who killed those people, Neal?

What did I miss?

♪

He talked?

It was Marge's husband.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

For the birthday girl.

Neal knew Jeff and Marge well.

He would often see them
at the diner.

He said they weren't
doing well for a while.

Thought they had money problems,

something about Jeff not being
able to hold down a job

and Marge being mad at him,
which she hid very well.

Now, according to Neal,

the night of the shooting,
Jeff shows up.

He makes a beeline for Marge.

He starts yelling at her.
Things escalate.

Marge pushes him, and he pulls
the gun and starts shooting.

Jesus.

All this over marital issues.

I don't know.

Neal said that Jeff was
screaming "How dare you."

Basco, he only pulled that
piece to defend everybody.

So why didn't Neal report it?

Jeff chased him, firing,
screaming, "You're a dead man."

Neal realized he didn't wanna die.

Guy was just scared.

Mm-hmm. Neal hid, treated himself,

and just hoped the whole case
would get solved

without him being involved.

Huh.

I don't think that Jeff
knows Neal's address.

For all we know,
he's still looking for him.

Jeff's last LKA is
three blocks from the diner.

He's got one vehicle, a GMC truck.

Get it all in front of Chapman.

- Push for a no-knock. Let's go.
- All right.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Chicago PD!

Clear.

[WHISPERING] One, two...

[GUNFIRE]

[WHISPERING] Three, two, one.

[GUNFIRE]

Drop it! Drop it!

[GUNSHOTS]

Kim?

I'm good.

He's down.

5021 Ida. Offender down.

Roll the crime lab.

Robbery Homicide ID'd
the cash In those duffels.

It matches the serial numbers
for a recent bank robbery

gone wrong in Gary.

Single offender, matches Jeff's stats,

killed a teller.

So Jeff had about 100 grand
in gambling debts

that he was hiding from Marge.

Marge found out about the robbery.

Yeah, and she was gonna turn him in.

12th District has a 911 phone call

from an anonymous female source
the day of the diner shooting.

She hung up before she said
the robber's name,

but I heard the tape.

That was Marge.

Jeff found out somehow,

came to the diner to confront her.

And started shooting.

So all those people are gone
because one man was broke.

[SIGHS]

I'll get started on the paper.

Good work.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Deputy Chief?

Yes, thank you, it was a tough one.

I appreciate it.

Uh, yeah, no, no, I'm almost
done with that report.

Sure thing.

I can have that curriculum on your desk

first thing in the morning.

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♪

I just got this email
from Deputy Chief Reid.

He wants me to write up
a massive new

OCD training program
and then implement it,

and it's due by the end
of next week.

Wait, that's when the guest list is due.

You send yours over to the planner?

No, not yet.

I'm at something like
80 people, give or take.

Give or take?

Who are you not inviting?

Hey, Caeli.

[SIGHS]

No, I'm sorry to hear that.

I mean, I think that's right.

We might have to have
your mom check that one.

I hate fractions.

You're never gonna use that
in real life.

So why do I have to do them?

Because they're on the test, Bumblebee,

and you gotta pass the test.

I see that. Mack.

♪

This is Adam.

Hey, Mike.

Well, what's wrong with him?

Yeah, no, I understand, I understand.

I'll talk to him.

I just...

yeah, well, how is he doing today?

All right, I appreciate it.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

Thank you, Mike.

Dad wants a new room.

Uh, you got him the best room there.

Yeah, well,

he wants to be back
in the room with a view

of the palm trees.

Oh, he still thinks he's in Florida?

Yeah.

♪

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

Hey, you finish your paperwork?

Yeah.

Mack asleep?

Yeah, yeah, and I emailed the planner.

She said there's no way we're
fitting 120 in the backyard,

so we're gonna have to
make some brutal cuts.

Uh, listen,

Jessica is gonna be here in 20 minutes.

Right now? Why?

She's staying the weekend.

Why?

Because we're not gonna be here.

I booked us a room at the Langham.

Downtown?

Yeah.

We're getting married, so.

But not at the Langham.

No, not at the Langham.

No. Oh, my God, Mack would kill us.

Oh, God. Um...

what I'm...

listen, what I mean is

we're planning this wedding,

and we're getting married,
and I just got promoted.

I made detective.

I don't want my memories
of this period of my life

- to be of stress... our life.
- Yeah.

Well, it's been a lot.

Yeah, but it's okay.

A lot's fine. It's... it's life.

We're good.

You and I, we're really good.

Mm-hmm.

But I don't wanna miss things,

because I feel like I'm missing things.

Just let me get
this straight real quick.

Yeah?

Did you get us a saucy weekend

in an overpriced hotel downtown?

I did, yeah.

And how many minutes
until Jessica gets here?

Oh, I feel like we could make 20 work.

I think so.

[SOFT MUSIC]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

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